I went swimming today! And I ran! And I raced yesterday on my bike and will race again tomorrow. I’m becoming a triathlete, it seems. My triathlon training plans got put on hold last February when I hurt my foot and decided I’d better stop running, but now they seem to be back on track. My foot is still a little iffy, with some aches and pains now and then, but I’m seeing a doctor who helps tremendously — one who is a triathlete himself, which is a wonderful thing. There’s nothing like seeing a doctor who really gets it. There still is a chance my foot might get bad again, and then everything will go on hold once more, but there’s hope, at least.
The swimming was fun; I haven’t been in a pool to do laps in a decade or so, so I wasn’t sure how it would go, but I was more nervous about figuring out how things work at the pool — rules and etiquette and such — than about the swimming. I found a nice motherly woman who I shared lanes with and who explained everything to me, so now I feel much better, and I’m excited about going back. I hope to take swimming lessons at some point this fall.
Yesterday’s race wasn’t particularly fun; I’m feeling burnt out on racing right now, and with my fairly frenetic schedule of races I’m not really surprised. I’m not enjoying the pack-riding aspect of racing right now — the aspect of racing where fitness, at least once you’re at a certain level, doesn’t matter as much as tactics and aggression do. I’m no good at tactics and aggression, and I’m not really interested in getting better at them. This is where the appeal of triathlons comes in; it’s a much more individualized sport where you’re racing against yourself as much as you’re racing against others.
My goals in yesterday’s race were to not get dropped and not to crash, and I accomplished both of those things without trouble, so that’s good, even if my finish wasn’t that great (12th out of 18).